The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1130 - 140th, you can’t say he has innocent eyes

Mist Forest, Elf King City.

Fairy Kings from six major clans gathered in the majestic hall, nervously reporting to the Queen on the forging of the "Holy Sword."

"There’s still one-third of the progress incomplete? Too slow!"

Morgan frowned to express dissatisfaction, and immediately commanded,

"I’ll give you three more days. If it’s not completed, I’ll nail you to the square!"

Hearing the murderous intent in those words, the six Fairy Kings instantly recalled that blood-red moonlit night, and couldn’t help but shiver, nodding repeatedly like pecking chickens in agreement.

Immediately, the six Fairy Kings fled back to the forge in a rush, preparing to hasten the production, determined to deliver before the deadline.

Otherwise, they’ll have to join those unfortunate fellows from the Clan of Teeth down below.

Watching the six Fairy Kings leave, Morgan’s once straight back suddenly slumped, and she began to cough violently.

"Mother!"

"Ash!"

Bagster, Bawansi, Meiluxin, and the weaving elf Habettlot hurriedly surrounded her, faces full of concern.

"I’m fine."

Morgan replied calmly, sitting up straight again, as her right hand, covering her mouth and nose, subtly withdrew behind her.

However, the sharp-eyed four elves had already seen the remnant of gold-red blood in the palm, their worry instead increased.

Not long ago, Ireland suddenly met with an upheaval.

A group of mysterious invaders landed in Alster, set up ambushes. The Danu Gods were lured in, and all four Sky Islands were destroyed, with over seventy percent of their forces killed or injured.

If it hadn’t been for Morgan’s intervention at the critical moment, invoking the authority of the Holy Lance to retrieve the remaining Danu Divine Race elite from the battlefield in Ireland, the Danu Divine Race might have already become history.

But even though she managed to save these seeds, Morgan paid a significant price for it.

Her divinity suffered greatly, and her body also incurred severe backlash.

Were it not for the Holy Spear Lengominiad absorbing the entire spirituality of Britain’s earth veins, providing her powerful protection and healing, Habettlot and the other elves truly worried that Morgan might not hold on.

While they hesitated whether to expose Morgan’s strained appearance and send this Queen back to rest, a winged elf messenger burst into the hall with urgency:

"Your Majesty, someone outside wishes to meet you."

"No meetings, say it later!"

Bawansi, closest to Morgan, waved impatiently, wanting her exhausted mother to have a good rest.

However, the elf messenger in the court seemed troubled, whispering,

"He claims to be Your Majesty’s teacher."

Morgan’s eyes focused, pondering:

"Let him in!"

Upon hearing this, the three elf knights and Habettlot all couldn’t help feeling a bit tense.

During this time, they had already learned the true identity of someone from Morgan.

Thinking they were harmonious partners, they never expected that upon meeting again, they would become enemies drawn swords.

Soon after, a slender figure entered the hall under the guidance of the elf messenger, his hair tips dyed with silk woven from starry shards, each curl hiding rainbow thorns woven by Lun Runes and Ogan Tree Runes, showering dreamlike flake from his steps like a spirit walking from the Dream Realm. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

A harmless smile showed on his handsome face, thin lips curved with a sly bend:

"Mage Merlin, pays respect to Her Majesty."

Before Morgan on the throne could respond, a green-grey stone door slowly opened inside the hall.

Skar, holding two Crimson Demon Spears, emerged from the shadows, scanning the man before him tend to toe, speaking with a blank expression,

"I remember you were called ’Loki’ before."

Meeting an old acquaintance with whom he once fiercely fought, couldn’t help but be awkward.

Luo En chuckled dryly, defending,

"Arriving in a new place naturally requires a new name. It’s more immersive; adapting to the customs, you know."

"So, this time you’ve come to join us?"

Skar asked with a cold smile, words quite sharp.

Being the first to realize the Nordic gods planned to invade the Celtic God Era, she certainly didn’t forget how this Nordic God of Fire and Tricks, her beloved brother-in-law, chased her with a sword when news leaked.

Now, the other party had led the Nordic army, severely damaging the Danu Divine Race in Ireland.

At the height of power, she doesn’t believe this Nordic Divine King came solely to share emotions.

But unexpectedly, Luo En in the court nodded, genuinely stating,

"Indeed, I want to represent the Nordic gods for negotiation. If you agree, our two god eras could unify, jointly resisting the impending disaster."

War is often not the goal, but the means to an end.

Currently, both the Nordic and Celtic god eras have entered their twilight years, and the shadow of an apocalypse prophecy looms steadily over each world.

If both forces can combine and combat this possibly arriving cataclysm, their chances of success and survival will greatly increase.

Having achieved victory in Ireland, the Nordic side has accumulated enough leverage.

For the sake of past relations with Morgan and others, Luo En naturally wishes to prevent further bloodshed and swiftly merge the Celtic God Era into the Nordic God Era.

But, Morgan is no fool.

She straightforwardly pointed out the crux of the matter:

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